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One,Two, Three, Four Broken lines patterned upon a wounded arm Made whole by a sharpened razor Five,Six,Seven,Eight Each frantic movement of a grotesque dance Made but an act of morbid comedy Nine,Ten,Eleven,Twelve And it stops, As the white curtains hide their guise Hoping....to never go through it again
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
Midsummer Mornings Nightmare